Mafia Queen – Chapter 13

MAFIA QUEEN

HIS OBSESSION

Written By : Pamela James

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Chapter 13

“Here we are, home sweet home,” Daniella’s dad said.

What her mom and Daniella were staring at was the two-storey flat of a L-shaped building in the furthest corner of the town.

The roads were a little cracked and weeds and other plants were growing out from them.

The railing along the edge of the second floor appeared red from all the rust corroding off of it.

The roof shook violently with the slightest breath of wind.

“This is fine,” she said aloud, mostly to herself.

They continued to stand there, staring at the new building in front of them.

Her parents, especially her mom, looked a little surprised but she didn’t blame them.

The change happened so quickly.

Daniella sighed and quickly decided to take initiative by abruptly pulling the handle from her suitcase and huffed.

She immediately started heading into the direction of their new home on the second floor next to the stairs.

She quietly pushed the creaky door that had a makeshift peephole and observed the inside with a tense face.

It was definitely a fairly ordinary motel.

The stuffy room and heavy scent of lingering sweat just screamed ‘summer family road trip’.

There were two beds lined with plain navy cotton linen and the walls were covered with those vintage seamless patterns one would see on a 90’s television show.

Directly in front of beds was a small oak table with a small T.V on top.

The T.V. remote had piled on a thick layer of dust and oil, and the numbers on all the buttons were almost completely faded.

On the other side of the room was the bathroom that seemed to have never seen grout cleaner before. The tiles had faded to a pale yellow and the sink and toilet seat were chipped. The bathroom mirror has permanent dry water marks all over it and rust was creeping from in the corners. And was that a hairball in the drain?

“It’s not so bad,” her dad said while placing their leftover belongings on the bed.

“Yeah, it’s not. We can just think of this as a road trip like old times.”

Daniella smirked at her dad and he gave a sheepish smile in return.

They both quietly started to unpack their things when they suddenly heard her mom scream.

They quickly whipped their heads in her direction and looked at each other wide-eyed before running over to the bathroom where her shriek had echoed.

“Mom!” she yelled.

“What’s wrong?” her dad yelled exasperatedly.

She flew in after him to see the trouble, expecting to see some mugger coming through the window or a druggie lying in the bathtub.

Instead, they found her on top of the toilet seat nearly in tears, screaming and pointing towards the corner of the bathroom.

“What, what?” her dad repeatedly.

“The cockroach! The cockroach! Don’t you see it?” she yelped frustratingly.

Daniella’ mind suddenly went blank and she sighed.

The rush of adrenaline had wavered off into the air like an unsatisfactory anti-climatic ending to a story. Both Daniella and her dad glanced at each other tiredly.

“Goodness gracious, woman,” he sighed,

“It’s just a cockroach.”

Her mom suddenly looked at him offended.

“Just a cockroach?”

‘Uh oh, here we go again,’ she thought.

“Do you know how dirty those things are?” she started,

“They could carry a disease right to your doorstep. Deadly ones! And they’re the living example of monstrous creatures who can walk without their heads, laying their filthy eggs in your food and trash,” she muttered.

Her dad rubbed his temple.

Her mom was definitely a stickler for bugs. It was hard living with any bug in the house, even the friendly ones like dragonflies or ladybugs, without her screeching to the neighbour’s.

“Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll just ki*ll it alright?”

“No! Don’t ki*ll it!” she shouted.

Her dad looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Then what do you expect me to do? Tell it to calmly leave?”

Her mom frowned deeply.

“I don’t want to see splattered cockroach guts all over the floor.”

He groaned.

“Fine. Look, I’ll just throw it in the toilet? Is that okay?”

Her mom gave a slight shake of the head for approval before her dad shook his head and sighed.

“Mom, really?” Daniella said.

Her mom whipped her head at her and looked offended.

Her dad quickly made his way over to the corner where the poor frightened thing had lodged itself into the tightest corner of the room whilst my mom watched in horror.

“Come on, it’s getting away,” her mom pestered.

Her dad quickly resolved it by grabbing a piece of tissue paper and quickly encasing it inside a ball. He then walked over to her mom who looked at with a face that said ‘You are not coming near me with that thing in your hands.’

“I’m going to flush it down the toilet so just move,” her dad said.

Her mom complied willingly and slowly stepped off the toilet then proceeding to hide behind Daniella.

They both watched as he threw the piece of tissue into the bowl and pressed the flush button to watch it swirl down the drain.

“There,” he said clasping his hands together,

“All fixed.”

Daniella looked over at her mom and saw her sigh happily.

“Good grief,” she heard her mom say.

“Please tell me you aren’t going to be like this every time you see a cockroach in here,” her dad said.

Her mom glared at him and huffed,

“Please, I’m not that dramatic.”

Her dad just rolled his eyes.

Tbc